A cell phone screen displaying "CALLING AUNT ALICE"
BROOK (30s) with a body still good enough to get some second
looks depending on the lighting, holds the phone to her ear
as she stands in the
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
The person you are trying to reach
is unavailable. Please leave a
Hey, it's about nine. I still need
to talk to Tim about a few things,
but then I'll be ready. It shouldn't
take more than a couple of hours. I
can't wait to see you. Love you.
Brook hangs up and goes back to neatly overstuffing clothes
into a large suitcase sitting on the bed.
She nervously spins her wedding ring around her finger as
she scans the simply decorated room for anything forgotten.
Her gaze stops on the framed photo sitting on the nightstand
of her husband TIM and their six year old daughter, HEATHER.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Tim (30s) with a face as plain as his business casual clothes,
motors down a winding suburban road in his non-distinct sedan.
Brook zips up the suitcase, checks her cell phone again before
pocketing it, and then lugs the suitcase into the
Brook positions the suitcase away from her daughter's door
before going into
Heather, a cutie in pajamas, is under the covers.
When's Daddy coming home?
He should be here soon.
Brook sits down on Heather's bed and strokes her hair.
Honey, I need to tell you something
important. I want you to always
remember that no matter what, I'll
always come back for you, okay?
And Daddy, too.
And Daddy, too. We'll always be
there for you no matter what.
Okay. I'll be there for you, too.
EXT. CAR - NIGHT
Red and blue emergency vehicle lights color a crash site.
A flashlight waving policeman in the road motions Tim around
the recent accident.
He drives slowly by and peers at a smashed up Range Rover
that got the worst part of a collision with a tanker truck.
INT. HEATHER'S BEDROOM
Are you going on a trip to see Aunt
Yeah, but just for a couple of days.
Is Daddy going?
No, not this time.
Will you bring me back a present?
Don't I always bring you a present?
Brook tickles a giggling Heather as headlights FLASH through
the window and move across the bedroom.
EXT. HOUSE IN SUBURBIA - NIGHT
A tired Tim steps out carrying a small gift, beeps the locks,
and moves with routine toward the middle class house.
Brook just misses Tim as he goes into the
Sorry I'm late. Matt dropped the
MacGuffin file on my desk right when
I was getting ready to leave and
then there was this huge accident.
You could have called.
My phone died and I forgot my charger.
I was just sitting in traffic forever.
What could I do?
I called you at three. I left a
message. You didn't call back.
I was in a meeting. I'm sorry. I
should have called before I left.
A doubting Brook studies Tim for a crack in his story.
Got you something.
He holds out the small package.
I know Valentine's Day is a couple
days away, but I thought we've been
going through some stuff, so I wanted
to give it to you now.
We said we weren't...
She takes the gift and awkwardly rolls it around in her hands.
I don't have anything for you.
I don't want anything.
Well, thank you.
She places the gift on a nearby table.
It's okay to open it now.
Tim picks up the box and tries to hand it back to Brook, but
she won't take it.
I'll get to it later.
Look. I'm trying here. I know things
aren't great. But I'm trying. You
could at least try, too.
You think you can come home whenever
you want after running around doing
God knows what and then fix everything
with a ****ing piece of jewelry?
She fires the box just past Tim's head. It hits the wall
with a THUD.
This is you trying?!?
Real mature. Throwing sh--
Heather, watery-eyed, appears from the connecting hallway.
Great parenting, Brook.
It's okay, sweetie. We're just
talking. Go back to your bed, okay.
Tim takes a seat on the couch and flips on the TV.
Everything's okay. Go back to bed.
Heather, still upset, does as she's told.
(fighting back tears)
I'll be in there in a minute to tell
you good night, okay?
Brook steels herself and moves to a loveseat near the couch.
Tim blankly stares at the game on TV.
I shouldn't have thrown your gift.
I'm not lying. I don't know what I
have to do to make you believe me.
It doesn't matter.
What do you mean? It doesn't matter
if you don't believe anything I say?
Jesus, that matters to me.
I'm just not sure I can do this
Tim pauses the TV and lets out an exhausted sigh.
We're doing this again?
They are interrupted by WHAM'S WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO
on Brook's cell phone. The display shows INCOMING CALL FROM
Hello? No, this is Brook.
Brook puts her hand over the phone. Tim unpauses the game
and barely notices her slink away to the back of the room.
Who is this?
EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
A mangled Range Rover sits atop a flatbed tow truck.
DEB, a manly looking tow truck driver, is on the other end
of the line.
INTERCUT BROOK AND DEB TELEPHONE CONVERSATION
This is Deb from City Towing. I
wanted to see if this cell phone
belonged to this job.
There was a pretty bad accident. I
found this cell phone in the street.
I saw you were the last one to call
Is everything all right?
They took both drivers to the
hospital. I'm sorry, I don't know
nothing, but it looked pretty serious.
Not sure which hospital though.
Saint something. Probably Mary's.
Brook looks nervously back to Tim, but he's zoned out.
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry to be the one to tell you
this. So, does this phone belong in
the Range Rover?
I'll put it under the driver's seat.
Sorry to be the one to tell you this
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
I understand. It's okay. Thank
you. It'll all be okay. Thank you.
Brook clicks the phone off and stares dumbfounded into space.
Tim turns to see Brook wiping away a tear.
It was Alice.
What did she want?
She was calling to see how I was.
And that made you cry?
No, she said Jackson died.
Jackson? Her son?
Jackson's her dog.
Oh. You're crying over her dog?
Shut up. You just don't understand.
At least I won't have to miss work
for a dog. You might have to see if
you can get a day off from the
You're an ***hole.
Tim rolls his eyes before going back to the game.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Brook picks up the suitcase with some effort and starts
hauling it back to her bedroom.
INT. HEATHER'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Heather lays in bed in her dimly lit room.
Are you leaving now?
No. No, I don't think so.
You said you were going on a trip.
I know. Mommy was just pretending.
You know, like you do sometimes.
Mommy? Will you still get me a
Of course, sweetie.
Mommy? Why were you pretending by
Mommy was just being silly. Now get
some sleep. Love you.
Love you, Mommy.
A gently smiling Heather closes her eyes as Brook lugs the
suitcase back to her bedroom.
FADE TO BLACK